Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.